why my old job was evil: part 2

so yesterday i started listing the reasons on why my old job was evil. because today would've been my one-year anniversay, you know, if i had gone insane and decided that i wanted to work somewhere as horrible as that place for a year. and if i hadn't gotten fired like my old managing editor was planning on doing. so yeah. let's pick up from yesterday's list.

9. The constant berating: Yeah. When I wasn't doing all of her work, Jamie (from here on out known just simply as "that fucking cow-bitch") was finding new ways to non-compliment me and put down my work. For the four months I worked there, I never ONCE was told I was doing a good job by either of my superiors. In fact, all I ever got was negative comments. Usual ones were "That would've been an OK front page if you knew how to tone photos better," "That was an interesting format for your column, but don't do it again because it's wrong," "Your photos looked like you have never used a camera in your life." I could go on. But I won't.

10. The fact that co-workers would talk bad about me in the break room, which was right next to my desk: Yeah. This happened all the time. I never knew if they did it on purpose or if they did it because they thought I was still out getting something to eat. But seriously, what bad form is that? If you're going to talk bad about somebody, don't do it less than 10 feet away from their desk! Seriously.

11. Dude, it was fucking Seguin: I had a roommate that hailed from Seguin, and he was always talking about how shitty it is and full of Republicans and church freaks. You know, full of things that I hate. And he was fucking right. That city is a horrible place. And everybody wants to get all up in your business if they know you work at the paper or for the city. And everyone I worked with (except for Veronica) were Republicans. And they were constantly saying how great Bush and other Republicans are not ever listening or even asking for our views. And the church freaks. I had to run the church section and deal with those nutjobs. I don't like religion and I don't like it shoved down my throat. But it was. And I had to deal with these nutjobs asking me what church I went to, what religion I was, how much do I love God and Jesus. And the worst thing is, I had to lie through my teeth and it really just made me feel horrible about myself. Which leads to my next reason.

12. The place made me feel like I was a piece of shit: Now anyone that knows me knows that I've constantly had problems with self-esteem. I suffered from depression for a long time, and even though I haven't been clinical in a long time, this fucking newspaper started dragging me down. I had to start seeing a counselor again because I was really feeling worthless. I didn't know why I was going to work anymore because it made me feel horrible. I started drinking every night. I even did a little bit of the drugs that I ended up in rehab for years ago. And I found myself crying myself to sleep every night for two months. Because of this job where I was constantly having to hide who I really was and just basically have to shut myself down. That was probably the main reason I quit, because if you can't be yourself, well, there's no reason. And now for my last reason ...

13. My boss was/is a fucking bitch: After I quit, she called up all my references that I listed on my resume and tried to fucking blacklist me. Which is illegal. Yeah. The shitty thing is that it worked on a couple of my references. Luckily the ones it didn't work on were friends and former co-workers of mine that totally bitched her out, saying that what she was doing was unethical and that she was a sorry excuse for a journalist and a manager if she's doing something as juvenile as calling the references of someone that quit to say that he quit and that they shouldn't be my reference anymore because of that. What a fucking bitch, eh?

OK, that's it. Hopefully, that place will be out of my hair for the rest of my life. And in honor of my non-anniversary, I'll be drinking tonight after work. tada?